Monday Night Warfare 5th June 2006

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: "You went WHERE?" Part 1 (Credit: FSX)

Now breaking from the jaw-dropping action in the ring, the camera fades in to show Fallen Souls in the back once again. It appears he's found the video that he was looking for earlier, and is now sharing it with local wannabe reporter, Kevin Anderson. At the moment it is apparently a basic Holiday slide-show, which probably explains Kevin sleeping...

After a few more slides are shown, the fans themselves are suppressing to the mellow boredom, and beginning to either boo or drift off. It's at this point that Fallen realizes someone worth entertaining is watching, and smirks to himself, pulling out a video he had concealed.

FSX: Well…Yes...here's me and my sisters in Seoul, they’re striking a pose...isn't that just adorable Kevin?

Kevin: Uhuh.....uhuh....

FSX: I spent a lot of this time with family you know, really enjoying the time!

Kevin: Uhuh...Good thing Yoko wasn't there, eh?

FSX: ...You sicken me.

Kevin half-hazards a grin and turns away from the slides, becoming exhausted from the punishment he was being put through. All the time, Fallen was setting up another television, and putting in a video that was sure to spice things up.

FSX: Didn't spend all my time back home in Korea though, I also travelled..

Kevin: …So you’re going to show me what our staff filmed you doing?

FSX: I...don't really like the way you said that, but yeah, it's time you saw the truth.

Kevin suddenly becomes much more alert, edging himself closer to the screen, and the cameraman must be right behind him, as he seems to be peering over Kevin's shoulder...and it seems this will come in bootleg quality to the fans. Fallen sighed, shaking his head before hitting play and watching the staticy screen come to life...

The video seems to open to a town of some sorts, definitely somewhere in Asia. It appears to be a busy place, as many cars and the like go by the background before someone comes into view in front of the camera.... Who? Fallen Souls, who else? He appears to be nodding his approval to the camera man, before gesturing to a sign next to him.

Bootleg FSX: It appears we've finally made our way to Japan, on the last leg of my Asian tour... I was sent down here for the purpose of fighting a masked man, mind you, but I figured you might be interested in some of the other things I see along the way. This is the great Honshu, Japan! Home of Mt. Fuji!...I had to stop here…Why? I was hungry, and there wasn't any stops for a while...er...let's take a look around!

The scene follows Fallen, merrily making his way down the street. It appears especially busy, as if they'd been graced with some celebrity, before some girls come up to FSX himself. He grins, looking back at the camera and winking, before greeting them.

Bootleg FSX: As you all know, I'm a world-renowned athlete. What's my favorite perk of this status? I dig fangirls. Hello ladies, how are you doing today?

They seem a bit shell shocked that he was talking to them, or it could be something else, but either way they giggle too each other and smile, trying to put forth their best English.

Fangirl#1: Uh…Hello Ezaki-san!

Bootleg FSX: Ezaki-san...?

Fangirl #2: I love your music! It's good sooo!

Fangirl #1: How do you walk without your cane?

Bootleg FSX: Wait a minute...

Fallen seems flustered for a minute, wanting to get angry with them but not finding it exactly the appropriate thing to do, so just playing along.

Bootleg FSX: Oh...I'm...recovering more everyday.

Fangirl #2: Since when you learned speaking English?

Bootleg FSX: I have a lot of time to...improve...my linguistics...

Fangirl #2: Oh...ok...Will you sing for us?

Fangirl #1: Puuuuhlllease?

Bootleg FSX: I…guess...

He seems to be trying to shake off the shame of what he's about to do, but looks as if he's failing miserably.

Bootleg FSX: ..ah..Dareka no mono ni naruu kuraiii naraaaabaaa...
...ugh...kimi wo kono te de... sagirete shimaauuuu made…

Both Fangirls: EEEEEE!!

Fallen continues on with the song, before the screen is seen frozen, and Kevin's voice interjects.

Kevin: What...the hell is all this?

FSX: uh...They kind of mistook me for someone else..

Kevin: Who?....Why didn't you just tell them who you were then?!?

FSX: I don't know…I guess I wanted to get some..

Kevin stares at Fallen for a moment, who looks away ashamed, before the video continues..

Bootleg FSX: That's enough of that...

Fangirl #1: Auugh...Well...do you want to something do?

Bootleg FSX: Hmmmm…I'm in a bit of a rush, so it's not the best time...here.

He hands her a small piece of paper, probably with his number on it.

Bootleg FSX: Just ask for Fallen

Fangirl #2: Fallen? Who's that?

Bootleg FSX: ....Ugh...Just do it..

They chatter amongst themselves, trying to figure out if they knew anyone named Fallen as Eiji Ezaki...er...Fallen Souls continued on his way down the road, the cameraman quick on his tail.

Bootleg FSX: Let's pretend that never happened... Anyway, there are many things to see in Honshu, as it is quite the tourist attraction. Fortunately for you, I'm not the host of some crap on the Travel Channel, so we won't be seeing anything. I need to get too Okinawa by tonight for my match

Cameraman: Why is it every time we head to Japan, we end up in Okinawa?

Bootleg FSX: Coincidence.

Fallen continues on his way...BEFORE MOVING AT INCREDIBLE SPEEDS! How? It appears he's being fast-forwarded by the impatient Kevin. The camera pans back out to seeing it's actually Fallen's finger on the button, as he looks around nervously.

Kevin: ...Fallen...why are you fast forwarding your own video?

FSX: Look, I did some things I'm not particularly proud of, ok?

Kevin: Like...?

The camera pans back too the screen, where the image of Fallen Souls and several other drunk guys appear to be singing karaoke.

Kevin: ...But didn't you used to be in a band?

FSX: DO YOU REALLY WANT TO HEAR ASIAN KARAOKE?!?!

Kevin: No...no...I guess not..

There's a long moment of silence between the two, before Fallen finally presses play again.

Bootleg FSX: We've finally arrived in Okinawa! I'm assuming I remembered to fast-forward through that incident that happened last night, and if I didn't, I am SO sorry Hunter...Anyway, Tonight I'm set too fight one of NOAH's rejects 'Mr. Superstar Elbow'...if you can even consider that a proper name. I don't really know anything about the guy, besides the fact I'm going to destroy him for all my fans back at ACW, in luxurious <Location Bleeped out>. This is the final thing I have to do before heading back their, and I really can't wait to make a mockery of Mitsuharu Misawa's god awful talent…

He grins to himself, pointing up at the arena where the match is set to take place, before the video fades to black...? The camera pans back to Fallen and Kevin, who are looking at each other in a bit of confusion.

FSX: Er..I think we ran out of film…don't worry though, I've got another video somewhere.

As Fallen walks back over to his closet to rummage for ANOTHER video, Kevin slaps himself and falls back on the couch, not sure how much more he can take of this boredom.. The cameraman seems confused as to what he should do, before Kevin waves at him and the scene...

Fade to black.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Cold Callers (Credit: Rose/AK)

“I guess you were right Wyatt. I can’t see a damn thing.”
- Last words of Police officer Morgan Earp, speaking to his brother Wyatt who denied the afterlife existed

There are some things that just aren’t done, even in the wrestling business. Barging into somebody’s private space without permission is one of them. Just a few seconds ago, AK was enjoying the anniversary show…simply minding her own business. Now, her door has been kicked wide-open and she’s found herself in the middle of a pseudo stand-off with Chance “Tiger VII” Emmerson and Umeko Saito. Chance, formidable looking as always, appears to be guarding the doorway with his sledgehammer. Umeko, on the other hand, appears to be dead set on confronting AK herself… Things don’t look pretty at all. Always one to keep a cool head in times of crisis, AK doesn’t resort to blows…physical ones, anyway.

AK: You haven’t even trained him to knock yet?

Chance maintains a deadly serious glare…one that is met in kind by AK, who hasn’t let her eyes get off him since he entered the room. She knows which of the two is more dangerous if a fight breaks out. Then again, she also realizes that Umeko is dangerous in her own unique way…

Umeko: Very cute… You put your nose in our business. Knocking should be the least of your worries.

AK: I can tell this is going to be one of those “me, me, me” conversations already. Fine, I’ll play along… what can I do for the two of you?

Umeko: It’s very simple. We’re aware that you have a lot of “respect” for Jack Conner. Anybody can see that. However...

Umeko takes a few steps forward, in an obvious attempt to intimidate the World Champion. The thing is…she fails to realize that AK doesn’t see her as a physical threat in any sense of the word.

Umeko: I suggest that for your own good…for your husband’s own good…that you stay away from Jack Conner.

There is a pause, which is slightly dramatic if also predictable. AK looks at Umeko with an expression which is a mix of surprise and perhaps a touch of pity.

AK: Sorry, I might be having one of my “slow” days again… for a moment there I thought that you, a woman of no consequence and less intelligence, were trying to tell the ACW World Champion who she can and can’t associate herself with in this federation. I mean, surely no one’s quite that daft…

Umeko: If you believe that your “humorous” words will cut me or my associate, you’re sadly mistaken—

AK is careful not to touch Umeko, but she gets as close as she can to her without making physical contact, so that they are eye to eye. Chance automatically tenses, preparing himself to act if required.

AK: Do you detect any hint of amusement in anyone here?

She pulls back, and then returns her gaze to Chance, cutting Umeko out of the equation. Chance continues to stare without flinching; he’s not afraid to fight if it becomes necessary or potentially beneficial. It’s equally obvious however that AK is also quite ready to engage with the pair of them if required, and when she speaks again, her words are directed straight at him.

AK: Let me get one thing quite straight here and now. As far as I and the world at large is concerned, you may have had a right to be involved in the title match at Spring Into Hell, but everything about your conduct up to and including that date smacks of disrespect to everyone involved, and the pattern clearly isn’t about to change. Do you honestly think that you can walk in here and intimidate me? That having this poor excuse for a valet telling you what to do will somehow allow you to exonerate yourself from the responsibility of dealing with whatever past traumas are eating you up inside?

Chance does not move; his expression remains the same, so that it’s impossible to tell what effect, if any, AK’s words are having. Umeko, on the other hand, is clearly seething with fury; it must have been a long time since anyone was quite so blatantly caustic to her in person.

AK: Whatever the problem is between you and your father, that’s your business. But Jack Conner is a part of the ACW family now, and this family’s a matriarchy with yours truly as the Alpha female. So if Mr. Conner wants to talk with me, or have a match, or should request my help in any capacity, you can be sure that I’ll be more than happy to oblige. Now…

Her point made, AK turns her head, breaking eye contact but still keeping both Umeko and Chance in her vision.

AK: …do you have anything else that you wish to discuss?

The room falls silent once again, and just as AK expected, Chance takes out a coin and flips it deftly. He covers it with his hand and is about to look, but before he can do so, Umeko holds up a hand to stop him.

Umeko: My Tiger… we’ve tarried here enough for tonight.

Chance seems a little surprised, but pockets the coin again and opens the door, covering Umeko’s exit. As she leaves Umeko shoots AK an acid-filled glance, but no more words are spoken between them… it’s patently clear that the stakes have been raised. This is no more evident as by the menacing glare Chance gives AK before leaving…and then he even breaks his silence.

Chance: You’ve been warned. If you get into my business again, I’ll be forced to show you just how well I can handle my responsibilities.

Chance leaves the room and follows behind his protégé. AK doesn’t bother responding to exact same threats she got at the very beginning of the intrusion, instead she finally uses this moment to close her door. Only once the door shuts does AK finally relax; she slumps into the chair, and the paleness of her complexion reveals just how nervous she was during the whole encounter. There is a gentle meow, and Richard Parker crawls out from his hiding place under the couch and hops up on to her lap.

AK: Crikey, RP… that was tense. I hope that didn’t carry over too much… this “Seventh Tiger” looks like an iceberg. I think I’ve only seen the very tip of what he’s capable of…

As she reclines, AK notices something out of the corner of her eye. Turning, she sees something that surprises her; Pacino is crouched and watching the door closely. It occurs to AK that Umeko must have seen him earlier… and a territorially-minded Pitbull is far more dangerous than almost any human.

AK: Heh… nice work, dawg. They’re gone now… and anyway, oriental cuisine always disagrees with you.

Pacino seems to get the message, and immediately jumps up with a bark, wagging his tail furiously. He bounds over and almost tips up the chair AK is sitting in, making AK laugh as the scene fades out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Difference of Opinion (Credit: BK/RDK)

As the fans await the next match, "Macho Man" by the Village People blasts through the speakers as the show begins to fire works and the screaming crowd in the ACW arena. Everyone is pumped for tonight's show and The Macho Man starting it off is a sign of an entertaining night to come. RDK struts out from the curtain in a black button up shirt and jeans, his ACW International Championship rested nicely upon his shoulder. His sunglasses shine in the lights that hang from above. He slaps hands with the fans and slides into the ring before going to one of the turnbuckles, standing up and holding up his championship to the the many fans in the arena tonight...he grabs a mic from a worker and jumps down onto the mat and struts to the middle of the ring...

Randy: BRRRRRRRUDAAAAAAAAAAHSSSSSSSS ANNNNNNNNNNNNNND SISSSSSSSTAAAAAAAHSSSSSSS ALIKE! COME ONE, COME ALL AND SEE THE MACHOTISTIQUE JABRONI ASS KICKER OF THE WORLD, RAANNNNNNNDDDDYYYYY KANYONNNNNNN! OoOoOoH Yeaaah!

OoOoOoH Yeaaah!

Randy: Fiddle be damned and damn be fiddled, the brudah of all brudahs doesn't care for the people who, in his mind, think of him as a mindless preacher. OH NO brudahs, cause lemme' tell ya somethin', I am the International Champion, the single most prestigious champion IN THE A-C-W! ...I have not defended it as regularly as people would like me to? Oh, well The Macho Man is sorry brudahs, but he's had alot more to chew on the plate as of late, then any other jabroni off the street, if ya dig what' a I mean! I have been fighting for THE PEOPLE, I have been lasting and enduring for THE PEOPLE, and this International Championship has been won, by THE PEOPLE! We cannot forget that it is THE PEOPLE, who, day in and day out, fight with and for, without and at shore, FOR THE MACHO MAYUN! When I am hot you make it cold! AND MY GOD BRUDAHS AND SISTAHS, WHEN I AM SILVER, YOU MAKE ME GOLD!

The crowd begins to go crazy as The Macho Man continues his preach to the millions, AND MILLIONS, of MachoManiacs in the world....

Randy: And tonight, in front of the legions of brudahs behind me, I defend my ACW International title against The "X" Factor, F-to the-S-to the-X, The Souls Of The Fallen, the returning and possible future of our industry...but make no mistake about it machos..., you tell me to respect the "X?" I say, that there are three different letters that you ALL should learn to hold in higher regard than that single letter, those three letters are simple...

RDK reveals a remote from his pocket and points it towards the Alphatron...it reveals what RDK speaks of....

R - D - K

Despite RDK's cocky attitude towards the situation...the crowd can't help but cheer him for it.

Randy: WHICH BRINGS ME TO THE MAN WHO OF ALL MACHOMANIACS, BRUDAHS AND JABRONIS ALIKE THAT SHOULD ABIDE BY MY ADVICE...........

??: WHOA WHOA WHOA! HOLD THE SHOW DAMMIT!

RDK turns toward the Warfare themed Alpha-tron where he, along with the members of the audience, are graced by his presence.

BK: RDK! RDK! RDK! How many times are we going to hear the same old things over again? "OH BRUDAH! I FIGHT FOR ALL MY MACHOMANIACS..OOHHHHH YEAAAHHHHHH!" SHUT THE HELL UP DAMMIT! You know, one day your so called "MachoManiacs"are going to turn on you RDK. Maybe if they actually get a brain, they'll realizes like me that you come out night in and night out...and talk the same shit over and over again. It's non-stop with you huh? You must be a bloody jukebox!

The crowd fiercely boos BK London for his comments towards RDK.

BK: And maybe RDK, if you grew a sack...you wouldn't try to attack me randomly from time to time when I'm not focused on you. I realize that your stuck in midcarder hell now that you hold that anchor you call a belt, but to attack me - TO ATTACK ME in order to gain some recognition for yourself....now that's low. That's something I'd expect from people like.......like Rattlesnake...or Senator or something...but from you, an established main eventer? Well....I guess it was going to happen sooner or later...
RDK: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT BRUDAH?!

BK: OH YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT BRUUUUDAAH! It's the second anniversary of ACW tonight, you have been here since the beginning - HELL - you have been here since the old GF WWE days and since then you have had that same lame gimmick of "eating your vitamins" and "taking a bite of your slim jims." I'm truly, TRULY surprised these people - THESE PEOPLE - have not turned on you. But what can I say? It's not like these people have ever made the right decisions in life anyway...

RDK: WELL YA KNOW SOMETHIN BRUDAH! I WAS JUST TALKING ABOUT FIGHTING FOR THESE PEOPLE here tonight. WHADDYA SAY TONIGHT YOU FACE ME ONE ON ONE? GO ONE ON ONE WITH THE MACHO ONE!

BK: What is it with you and fighting? Huh?! What do you have to prove by attacking me from behind one more time and dropping me with one of your lackluster finishers? What? Have you realized your gimmick is so dry that you have to resort to stealing Finlay's and now you proclaim you "LOOOVE TO FOYT"?! You know what RDK? I just....I just don't have time for you anymore. The game....it's over. I have bigger things to do than to listen to your dribble, I have a CD to promote, I have a movie to begin shooting, and I have a World Title to win.

The fans boo at the thought of another BK London vs Atomic Kitsune match. Although the match would be of high quality, they are getting just as tired of seeing the two brawl together as they are of listening to BK London.

BK: So RDK, you go on and defend your little title thing there. And I'll go along my business....now I'm gonna leave you alone in the ring. PLEASE...FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PLEASE...don't bore them to death with your "OoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoH Yeah's" and your "BRUDAH's". And who knows? Maybe I'll pop in sometime later tonight to check on your match if I can fit it in my schedule. Ciao!

BK walks off screen and the Alphatron picture quickly returns to RDK in the center of the ring....he has nothing to say...he just throws his shades off and rolls under the ropes...walking up the ramp glaring at the alphatron and holding his title up for the fans as he makes his way out to cheers....

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 4: ACW Entertainment Title Match
OnlyRedsFan vs. Predator vs. Jonny Spade (Credit: Scott)

As the camera comes back into the arena, Philip is on hand to announce the next match up, which promises to be a good one.

“I’m Too Sexy” plays over the speakers as the crowd stand on their feet, not out of respect, but in order to let their jeers be heard by the first participant of the match, Predator. He walks casually down the ramp making belt gestures around his waist.

Philip: Ladies and gentlemen, this match is scheduled for ONE FALL and is for the ACW Entertainment CHAMPIONSHIP! Making his way to the ring from Winnepeg, Manitoba, Canada. Weighing in at 225 pounds, PREDATOR!

The crowd boo again, but their reaction changes as the recognisable tune of “Bodies” hits the arena speakers. The lights in the arena go dark and a slight chill can be felt throughout the arena as spotlights flash in a random pattern.

Philip: And his opponent, from Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Weighing in at 245 pounds, he is JONNY SPADE!

After a while Jonny can be seen walking through the crowds of people slapping hands with fans. Once he gets to the barrier he jumps on top of it and balances himself on it and leaps across the open space and lands on the apron, then hops again over the top rope. Once in the ring, pyrotechnics shoot up and in the ring, and Jonny spins around as pyro shower down under him. He eyes up Predator, who just stands calmly against the turnbuckle. But both men turn to the Alphatron as “Reptiles Theme” plays. Mr. Red appears on the entrance ramp with his Entertainment Title over his shoulder. He walks down the ramp with a look of determination, as he knows tonight will be one of his toughest title defenses to date. He climbs the stairs and enters the ring. The referee takes the belt from him and shows it to all the competitors before…

BELL RINGS!

Predator immediately goes for Red with a running clothesline, which knocks him down, but Jonny returns the favor with a clothesline of his own. The crowd cheer as Jonny acknowledges them with a raise of the arms. Red is on one knee, and Jonny is unaware of his recovery. Jonny turns around at a bad time and is nailed with a dropkick. Now Red mocks Jonny by raising his own arms, but gets an opposite reaction. But as we know, showboating is bad for you, and Red is knocked down and out of the ring by Predator who nails a running dropkick. Predator celebrates his knock down, but little does he know, Red held onto the ropes and is standing on the apron. Predator turns as Red springs off the ropes and nails a Seated Senton. Jonny is well recovered and was waiting for his opportunity. He suddenly springs to life and almost takes Reds head off with a devastating lariat. The crowd wince as the move is executed, and Jonny goes for the pin. He has him for a two count before Predator breaks up the fall attempt.

Predator continues to stomp on Jonny until he gets him worn down enough to lock in grounded Full Nelson. He slowly lifts him to his feet, Full Nelson still applied. Predator attempts his Simba Slam (Full Nelson Slam), but Jonny is able to hook his leg around Predators, and then hooks Predators neck with a snapmare, causing the grip to be lost. Jonny immediately locks in a headlock. Red is now up. He shakes his head to get rid of the pain, but when he notices the perfect set-up, he rushes against the ropes. As he comes back he delivers a stiff leaping dropkick to the back of Jonny’s head. Jonny lets the headlock go as he grips his head in pain. It’s only a moment before Red gets on the offensive. He lifts Jonny to his feet and hits a series of knife edge chops and punches, which softens up Spade. He then whips Jonny across the ring. Predator stands behind Red, and as Jonny comes back, Red delivers a back body drop onto the shoulders of Predator, and Jonny is skilled enough to actually hit off a hurricanrana, which leaves the crowd stunned as they clap for the athleticism of the fairly big man.

He goes for the cover, but Red breaks it up immediately. Jonny stands only to be met with a toe kick to the gut. Red then hits a Rock Style Swing Around DDT. Jonny’s head bounces of the canvas and Red makes the cover. 1…2…Predator runs in for the save.

This match seems very back and forward, and the crowd have no clue who is going to win. But as Predator whips Red against the ropes, Red rebounds and connects with a Leaping Lariat. Predator gets knocked down and gets up immediately only to receive another Leaping Lariat. Red then whips Predator over the top ropes to the floor. Jonny is up and he rushes towards Red who is standing by the ropes. Jonny attempts a spear, but Red drops just in time, and Jonny launches himself through the ropes and hits Predator with a suicide dive. Both of them are down, and Red looks down at them for a moment. He clutches the ropes and bounces up and down slightly, getting ready for an inevitable descent over the ropes. He waits for Jonny and Predator to stand before launching himself into a Springboard Shooting Star Press! The crowd go ballistic as all men are layed out on the outside. The referee starts the ten count.

…1

…2

…3

…4

All three combatants begin moving towards the ring, slowly.

…5

…6

…7

Red rolls under the ropes, as does Predator.

…8

…9

Jonny just makes it into the ring before the final count. All three men look slightly fatigued at this point in the match. But there’s a title on the line, and they’ll give it their all to win. Predator and Red begin slogging it out in the middle of the ring. One punch after the other connect, but still neither men fall. Eventually Red gets the upper hand as he blocks one of Predators strikes. Jonny is behind Predator, and as Red spins to deliver a Roundhouse Kick, Predator ducks, and the kick is caught by Jonny. Jonny spins Red 360* and hits the S-Drop 3. Predator tries to hit Jonny with a clothesline, but Jonny counters it to a Half Nelson and delivers his Dragonfly finisher. The crowd pop as they expect the pinfall victory, but from behind comes a groggy Red who rolls Jonny up and puts his feet on the ropes for leverage. The ref doesn’t see the foul deed, and as Jonny struggles, the three count is given. Red immediately releases the pin and rolls out of the ring. He grabs his title and raises it in the air as the fans give him no respect. Jonny kneels in the ring and smashes the canvas with a closed fist. He was so close to victory. Nevertheless, Red makes his way up the ramp.

Philip: And here is your winner and STILL ACW Entertainment Champion, MR. RED!

The crowd are dissatisfied with the result as ACW cuts to the next part of the show.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Omega Effect...? (Credit: Sarin and Yoko)

Prowling the floor of her locker room like an angry watch dog, Yoko's head snaps up as the door creaks open. She leaps to her feet, tackling a thoroughly surprised Sarin, shoving her against a wall aggressively, kissing her with a wild passion. Sarin, protest far from her mind, merely maneuvers the lip-locking pair over to the couch, where she collapses wearily underneath a very excited Yoko. Soon, the need for breath overcomes her feelings, and she pulls away, gasping. Yoko attempts another pounce; Sarin barely slides away in time.

Sarin: Wait, wait. Let me catch my breath. I'm exhausted.

Yoko: ...It was a bra and panties match.

Sarin: I'm exhausted nevertheless. You still have a match against Rattlesnake, let's not waste energy on sex right now.

Yoko consents, though grudgingly. Sarin pants slightly, running her fingers through her gorgeous hair, examining her body for blemishes, bruises, or beauty marks.

Yoko: You did excellent. I can't remember watching a more enjoyable bra and panties match.

Sarin smiles, taking a sip from a nearby Aquafina, relishing the cool liquid sliding down her throat.

Sarin: Thanks. I would have stripped off my top for the crowd at the end, but I think I was outdone by Rena's pleasant surprise.

Yoko snorts, rolling her eyes.

Yoko: She's kinda saggy compared to you.

Sarin: Oh hush, Yoko.

Yoko shrugs, before lapsing into silence. A few moments later, she motions for Sarin to sit down next to her. Sarin raises an eyebrow.

Sarin: Are we going to play nice?

Yoko: Yes, don't worry. I just want to give you a back rub.

Sarin obliges, sitting down gingerly on Yoko's back, wincing and drawing in a ragged breath as Yoko's firm and steady hands knead her shoulder muscles.

Sarin: You're nervous.

Yoko: I'm not nervous.

Sarin: You're nervous if I say you're nervous.

Yoko sighs, pressing and caressing Sarin harder, with more force.

Yoko: Alright, I'm a little nervous.

Sarin: As am I.

Yoko: I faced Jade in the HWL tournament but this...

Sarin: It's just a match, Yoko.

The volume of her voice increases, as does the intensity of the massage.

Yoko: No, it's not just a match. It's...I can't describe it.

Sarin nearly cries out in pain at Yoko's force, she hisses, making no objections.

Sarin: If you're worried about hurting me--

Yoko: --That's the thing, I'll never want to hurt you.

Sarin: I'll never want to hurt you either. Ow!

Yoko: Sorry.

Sarin slowly turns to face Yoko, eyes full of concern.

Sarin: Yoko, we don't have to do this. We can skip Omega Effect, we can go home, spend a quiet evening--

Yoko: No. We're not skipping Omega Effect. It's the biggest--

Sarin: --PPV of the year, yes I know. But I'm not going to fight a Yoko who's holding back. I want you at your best.

Yoko looks away, blushing.

Yoko: ...I don't know if I can promise you that.

Sarin smiles, stroking Yoko's cheek sadly.

Sarin: I can't promise the same thing, too.

Yoko: So where does that leave us?

Sarin: We're unsure. We're indecisive. But we'll figure it out, in the end. A solution will present itself. It always does.

Yoko: The eternal optimist, Sarin.

Sarin: Thanks. Now, I'm going to shower up, then we'll put this out of our minds for your match against Rattlesnake.

Yoko: Okay. Are you sure you don't need company?

Sarin sticks out her tongue, sliding into the bathroom.

Sarin: I think I'll be fine without you, just this once.

Yoko sighs, but nevertheless begins her prematch warmup.

End Segment.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Tales of the night before part 2 (Credit: WeDrag)

"Has anybody got an aspirin?"

Saturday, 7:21AM, Location: Unknown still

I slowly arise to my feet. That very same elderly woman looks at me. She smiles kindly and gives me a nickel. Thanks, I think to myself, but I'm a pro wrestler in the best fed in the world, I don't need your charity. As she leaves I toss the nickel to the floor, smirking. I'm too proud to be taking petty change off of old ladies. Not now anyways, I'll do that when I feel like taking part in one of the usual Corporate Alliance activities, like a Credit Card Scandal, or liquidizing a chocolate factory. Hey, it's just like stealing a lot of candy off of a lot of babies, and there's no harm it that, is there?

I look around. My vision is still slightly blurred from the night before. The time has passed ten minutes since I last noticed it. I now realise that it's time for me to do something about this. I take off that ridiculous sock that I have. I might be pretty much clothesless but I'm not looking like a tramp. I stagger out of the bus shelter, and over to a kiosk. I notice a bell there. Still in a half pissed state of mind, I ring the bell. And ring and ring and ring. I snigger to myself as the ringing sounds like music to my pounding cranium. A horrible woman, short and quite roly poly, with a couple of hair moles dotted around her face answers me. She ridicules me for acting like a child. Now if I was sober, I would have slammed the hand in her face, because my face ain't taking no shit from anything that would have come out of that mouth.

However instead, I nodded miserably, and she shooed me away, the hobo that I was. Hang on though, I'm no hobo. Not in any way whatsoever. Ok, don't let the look fool you, this time last week I was preparing for a Hell in a Cell match with the Macho Man RDK, and I won, so that shows how much of a hobo I'm not. Anyways I looked around and was greatly saddened at the fact that the group that had enclosed me before had all become sparse, and not one had offered me and real help. I decided to look around wherever the hell I was and search for someone, anyone, to try and help me. I left the bus station, narrowly avoiding a reversing coach on my way out. I walked down the road with many people glaring in my direction, when suddenly my brain pounded against my skull. I became very light-headed, and fell to the floor, slouched against a wall. All had been lost. I decided to quit now. If I had a gun, I would have blown my brain out by now.

I slumped over, much alike my position at the bus stop. I noticed a couple of people walk past me and give me a smirk, before continuing to walk with their noses held high in the air. I snarled at them, but was too light-headed to do anything major. Then, a long-haired teenager with a black jacket comes up to me. He smiles and points at me, as his friends slowly emerge and surround me. They want to play games like "let us poke the hobo" or "first one to kill him wins 10 dollars". However instead, the greasy long-haired kid comes up to me and says:

"I'll pay you five bucks to piss on that car window."

I look over at the car. It's a fucking Ferrari Spider, in silver. Something clicks in my mind.

"Hey, I wonder if that's RDK's car. I wonder if he could give me a lift..."

But the odds of that? There was a more likely chance of me dissapearing and merging into a chipmunk. And the thought of 5 dollars and my headache dissapeared for life...well, at least when I next went out drinking. So I jumped onto the bonnet of the car, pull my pants down, and relieved myself. However I nearly got my foot, and so as I jumped away from my feet, my entire package was revealed to the whole street. There's a lot of laughter, but the bladder isn't fully emptied. I keep going and keep going until I hear a loud voice. I look around to see a short man in a suit and glass shouting. I turn the other way, to see a policeman heading my direction. Screw it, I say. I leap off the car, pulling up my pants and grab the five dollars. Bingo. I have my cure, or should I spend it on a bus journey home? Also, where the fuck am I?

I run towards the man in a suit. He tries to stop me, but I shove him to the floor. I then head into an alleyway, with a lumbering policeman following me. But I leap over a fence cleanly, still with the five bucks in my hand. The policeman has some difficulty with the fence, I can see as I look back. I run out onto a busy street, but my legs take me along the road, and never stop. They keep running and running until I reach a convenience store. I enter, and grab a paracetamol. The medicine is paid for, and I finally have my cure. But with no money left, it leaves me with little time to think about how to get home...

Fade Out.[/i]

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: When you assume, you make an ass out of you and me… (Credit: Santi)

Hey you……..Yeah you………..are you actually reading this? Probably not, you saw Santiago and went right back to the chat to check for new messages. You dick wad….I hope you burn in hell. That’s right, go die. You know it’s pretty funny that probably only Atomic and like Senator will read this but hell you’re reading this now, so you’re good and they’re good, however the rest of you skipping over this just….just go find a dark tunnel somewhere, tick off a dirty hobo, and go die. I hope it’s long, bloody, and cruel you sick son of a bitch!

Oh…err right….the segment….heh sorry for that. Soooo anyways we open up to the backstage area of the ACW arena on the mysterious ACW Island off on Mars or wherever it is, we really need to develop a certain place, but right on with this segment. You find liveliness all around you, talking among crew members, and then we see a group of fans with backstage passes walking around all excited. Just then, they turn a corner and one runs right into Santiago Rivera, spilling his coffee all over Santiago.

Santiago: Ahh! You son of a…

Guy 1: Hey! Watch where you’re going freak! Great you made me spill my coffee.

Santiago: Who the hell do you think you are?

Santiago is obviously irate right now as the other guys try to tell him to shut up and leave.

Guy 2: Umm Stephen, I think we should go.

Guy 4: Yeah, come on, we have to find our reserved seats.

Guy 1: No, this moron wants to know who I think I am. You want to know who I am?

Santiago: Yes, I would LOVE to know who you are.

Guy 1: I’m Stephen Jones. Do you KNOW who I am? I am one of the most successful and popular person in the state of Idaho!

Santiago: Is that so?

Guy 1: Yes, now who do you think you are?

All of his friends shake their heads and plea for Santiago not to.

Santiago: My name….is Santiago Rivera, and sir you’re about to become the most popular in another place, the local hospital.

Guy 3: Come on Stephen, we’re umm missing the show.

Guy 2: Actually…Santiago, aren’t you supposed to be a good guy?

Santiago: Well you know what, I hate when people make accusations.

Guy 1: Why’s that, because they all think you’re a freak who should be mopping my floors instead of threatening the lives of civilians with your clumsiness?

Santiago smiles and turns his head back. Suddenly his hands jolts forward across the throat of “Stephen Jones.” He lifts him high into the air then slams him down into the chokeslam he calls “To Hell and Back.” Stephen lays motionless on the ground as Guy 2 plunges forward trying to avenge his friend. Santiago grabs him in the throat with two hands and swings his body around, launching the guy into the air. The man flies back and crashes through a table sending about a hundred papers into the air. Many girl workers star screaming as the men run off to find some security. The 4th guy runs behind Santiago and kicks him in the back of his leg, making his knee buckle. He’s on one knee now as the guy punches him in the back of his head. He pulls Santi up and delivers a kick to the crotch that makes all the men in the arena squirm. He holds Santiago’s head under his arm, putting him in a weird sleeper hold trying to make him pass out. About 10 seconds pass and Santiago’s body seems lifeless.

Guy 3: I…I think he’s knocked out.

Guy 4: Yeah…

The guy lets go, expecting his body to crash to the ground but the man is grabbed unsuspectingly by Santiago and tossed into the air. The man grabs Santiago’s head mid air so he doesn’t fly off but is met with a killer knee to the face on the way down, sending him crashing. Santiago stays still for a moment, looking down at the man who is out of it. He then turns and finds guy 3 standing there.

Santiago: Well…let’s go.

Guy 3: Actually, I’m good. Stephan’s a dick anyways he’s always saying how better he is than us, he deserved that.

Santiago just blankly stares at him.

Guy 3: Okay, I’m just going to go now.

The 3rd guy runs off in the opposite direction as Santiago slowly walks over to the guy who’s lying under the papers through a table.

Santiago: I don’t like when people make accusations. Because when you assume, you make an ass out of you and me.

He walks over to the man he chokeslammed and looks down.

Santiago: Fine, I'll do anything you want me to. Get you coffee, do your paperwork, and yes I’ll sweep the floors……..with your body.

Santiago stands up and looks at all three fallen people.

Santiago: Just because I hate the Corporate Alliance, doesn’t mean I’m the “good guy.” I’m still a devil at heart and well…you all were just the first to find out.

Santiago smiles and looks right at the camera.

Santiago: Now Ginger…You put me in a tag team match with Hunter, due to the replay I showed of him Thursday. You want my team to just fold over and begin fighting so your lackeys can somehow pull off a win. However making that match was a big mistake since your brown-noser Jack Cheng is going to get ripped the pieces. Dan will get massacred as well, and if I have time, even my own partner will. By the way “Scarlet Assassin” Scott Andrews. I’ve been watching you, I’ve heard what you’ve been saying, and if it’s me who’s number one on your hitlist. I say bring it on, because you’ll never take my title away…………never. Scott, the Scarlet fever has no effect on me since I have built up immunity. However for you, you have to be careful because when I bite, I leave a venomous injection behind. So Scott Andrews, Jake Cheng, whoever else wants this title, you’ll have to rip me apart first to get to it. And I must warn you first, because later when I dominate each and every one of you, I don’t want to be one to blame. If you even attempt to take this title, this is what’s most likely going to happen to you.

He smiles and walks off, leaving only fallen bodies that became victim to Santiago Rivera showing.

Scene fades.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

OOC Segment: Rattlesnake

ACW,

What can I say about this place that hasn't been said before at any other time? I came here in light of controversy elsewhere and I was welcomed with open arms not only by those who had heard of me, but by those who hadn't as well. I've received nothing but kind words and plenty of praise, heh. Seriously though, it's people like all of you, and Hunter, that have made these past few months quite enjoyable. You've been able to give me the feeling I once had when I started e-fedding over 5 years ago. You've made it fun for me again and not a chore.

That's what e-fedding should be...fun. I mean, who cares if you're overly competitive or if you're at the height of controversy in one form or another. What matters is that you have fun with others and you enjoy writing for others to read.

I've always been about entertaining everyone with the stuff I write and I feel I've been able to do that.

I have nothing but the utmost respect and gratitude to you all. Also, it has been a pleasure to be here. ACW has been around for two years now...here's to two more and then some.

Rattlesnake

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Retro Segment #30 (Credit: Yoko / Sarin)

November 15th, 2005
Okinawa, Japan
The Satoshi Household

Sarin: No! No no no no no!

The attic. Yoko and Sarin are in the attic. Yoko has brought her up here to show her the empty box.

Sarin: Why would you do that?!

Yoko: We all make mistakes…I had a strong urge to talk to him. I had a nightmare and I was lonely. Sarin, I had to tell you what happened. It was killing me.

Sarin: Yoko, you told me about Mr. Floppy a long time ago. About how bad he was and how he has to stay locked up. Then you come up here and-

Yoko: I know it was wrong! But you’re overlooking the problem. He WASN’T IN THERE.

Sarin: Then he escaped.

Yoko: The spell tags make him dormant. He can’t do anything in there. Yuki put him in there, and somehow he got out.

Sarin: Do you know for a fact that she put him in here?

Yoko: Yes. She hated him with a passion.

Sarin: Should we ask her, to make sure?

Yoko: No…I don’t want her to know he’s gone.

They sit in silence looking at the empty box for a moment.

Sarin: Well, he IS gone. What do you think it means, exactly? Where is he?

Yoko: Mr. Floppy wants to be in my life. He’ll do anything to achieve that, and he’ll do anything to push aside the competition. Yuki, Jade, and probably you too. So I think it’s obvious that he is The Engineer!

Silence.

Sarin: But Yoko, The Idolizer is The Engineer. Two Hands would have noticed if he had gotten orders from a foot tall stuffed rabbit.

Yoko: Mr. Floppy is the puppeteer behind this. It’s to get back at me, I just know it.

Sarin: You’re being paranoid. That doesn’t explain how he got out, and the motive makes no sense. He wouldn’t get back at you, he needs you.

Yoko: But…but…

Sarin: Come on, let’s go back downstairs. Your crackpot theories aren’t going to solve this one. If he’s out, he’ll turn up eventually.

Yoko: But…

Sarin: I guess I’m taking you back down forcefully, then!

Sarin grabs Yoko by the hand and pulls her toward the ladder while Yoko is lost in thought.

End Segment.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Another Small Couple Talk? (Credit: Latino/AK)

The scene returns to the locker-room of Latino and Atomic Kitsune, but compared to the last time it was shown the room seems to have been hit by a tornado as clothes and god knows what is scattered around the room. Pacino then walks into view carrying what looks to be one of Latino’s “Latin King” shirts in his mouth. He drops down with a loud PLOP! The large but still young pup tugs at the shirt with his jaw and then stops with ears perked up. The doorknob turns and he quickly gets up and runs to hide. The door now slides open and for a brief second….everything is quiet….

Latino: Sweet merciful crap! Mira tú péndelo!

Latino is about to go on a rampage of sorts but an arm holds him back.

Atomic: Relax, Victor. It’s just a shirt…..that bloody bastard! He destroyed my new boots!

Latino (laughing): Ah now that makes it worth it.

Atomic (glaring at Latino): Those were my favorite boots.

Latino: Aww it’s ok chulita. I mea-

KNOCK! KNOCK!

ACW Employee: Uhh, Mr. Laureano sorry to bother you but your match is coming up next. You have 15 minutes.

Before Latino can respond the attendant is already gone. He turns back to his wife with a look as if to say “What the hell.”

Latino: I don’t even know what this match is. All I know is that management booked me into it.

Atomic: Oh, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Nothing you can’t handle.

Latino: Yea I’m sure too, but to be honest that’s not even on my mind.

Atomic: Well what is it?

Latino (motioning towards Atomic’s title): That, that Title has been on my mind a lot more lately. You do know when it comes down to you and I, I will not hold anything back, right?

Atomic: Of course, I wouldn’t want it any other way. You should know that I won’t go easy on you just because you’re my husband.

Latino: Yea…well for this match….don’t even think of me as just your husband.

Atomic: What? What are you saying Victor?

Latino (standing up): What I mean is that just to make sure you don’t hold anything back don’t think of me as your husband. Imagine I’m some worst enemy or something. Imagine I’m your damn brother or some old high school bully. I don’t give a damn, just not your husband.

AK frowns, not looking all that enamored of this suggestion.

Atomic: I..I don’t understand why you want to do this.

Latino: Because Alicia, I didn’t come this far after so many damn chances just to be treated as just Alicia’s husband. So don’t think of me as your husband. Not this time.

Atomic: Victor, what the hell is your problem? You think I’ll go easy on you just because we’re married? I’ve never, ever done that when we’ve faced off in the ring together. Why would I start now?

Latino: Alicia, I don’t have a problem. I just want to make sure that on June 24, when we are under those lights and in that ring neither of us hold back. I’m in this to see who is the best in ACW and right now it’s you. If I want to be the best I have to beat you and I can’t do that if I just think of you as my wife or me as your husband. Do you understand?

Atomic: ….Yes, yes I do. Don’t you have a match to go to?

Latino: Yea, I do. We’ll talk about this after it then, right?

Alicia now keeps her answers short and Latino can tell that she is not happy by the tone and briefness by them.

Atomic: Sure. We’ll talk then.

Latino leaves the room as Atomic watches him. She follows him and closes the door. She then turns around and looks at the title belt as it now has become the source of new issues for the married couple. She walks towards it as the scene fades to black and Pacino walks back into view.

* Fade to black *


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(OOC: I don't know how I missed this, it was in the script the whole time... sorry FSX!)


Segment: "You went WHERE?" Part 2 (Credit: FSX)

A night of endless excitement seems to be blessed upon the glorious ACW arena this evening as everyone seems to be going to a great extent for the federation's anniversary...but there are sour points to all stories? What is the sour plot inside this golden nugget? Kevin Anderson. He, despite being a senior interviewer within the company, has spent the vast majority of his night sitting around and waiting for FSX to show him vacation videos. Why? Because that's the kind of work Kevin Anderson does. It's not as if the tale of Fallen Souls time off isn't interesting, it just doesn't require Kevin..at all..

But I digress, as Fallen finally appears to have found the 'Lost Tape'. It appears the time for the end of his tale has come, and we'll all finally find out who "Mr. Superstar Elbow" is. Making his way back over too the couch, Kevin's head twists back as he quickly grabs the video and jams it into the VCR. Fallen is a bit taken back, but lazes back on his couch to watch the rest of his trip, narrating all the way.

FSX: This is just a bit of backstage stuff I did at NOAH...You can probably leave.

Kevin: HELL NO! I waited all night too see this, and I'm going to see it!

He did have a point...He'd wasted his night waiting for this defining moment, so he may as well be there to experience it. Kevin wasted no time pressing play when the Cameraman repositioned himself to watch to screen, and the staticy screen came to life again...

It appeared as if Fallen Souls was already backstage at the arena by this point, as he was seen tying his boots backstage and humming the song he was heard singing earlier to himself. The looks to be in peak physical condition, but it's not as if there's a tell on when this was filmed, so credit can't be given for that. After he is fully in garb and prepared, he stood up and walked toward the locker room door...

Cameraman: er..Fallen, wait up..I got the camera back on.

Bootleg FSX: Wha..oh, right, the whole documentary thing were doing here...ok..ok..give me a second.

Fallen is seen rubbing something off his face, before turning and giving a classy smirk to the camera.

Bootleg FSX: Hello again ACW fans, as you can see I'm just about ready to take on the elbow jobber! Backstage in the overly cramped arena this two-bit event is being held in, I'm more then ready to go out there and impress you all! Well in Japan, you may realize that I have...a different persona then the one I have in ACW..Why? Because people who fight here are too embarrassed to do so without making something up! I didn't want to break that tradition, so I have thought up my own special name to make a mockery of this guys..don't be alarmed is all I'm saying.

He laughs to himself, before turning around and placing something back onto his face and exiting the locker room. The cameraman attempts to follow him, but upon leaving the locker room is basically trampled by several Japanese wrestlers. There's a moment of a tumbling picture, before the scene suddenly flicks too ringside at the said event, as a nameless ring announcers enters the ring. The capacity crowd is silent, as he seemingly pulls a mic from nowhere and prepares to introduce the next match.

Announcer: The following contest has been given a 15 minute time limit, and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the holder of the golden elbow....MISTERRRRRRR SUPPPPERSTARRRRR ELLLLBOW!

No theme is heard as the apparent comedy character comes out to a high energy. He receives a respectable pop from the grown and rolls into the ring, climbing the turnbuckle and slapping his elbow too the fans. This gets a surprisingly loud cheer, before a hush of the entire arena as his opponent is to be introduced.

Announcer: And his opponent, coming to us from Korea...THE INCREDIBLE DISH, IRON RAMEN!---

The video is paused at this point, and the camera pans back too an absolutely FURIOUS Fallen Souls. He appears to be ready to destroy the VCR, before Kevin stops him

Kevin: Hey! What are you doing?!?

FSX: THE VIDEO'S OVER! LET ME DESTROY IT!

Kevin: What..?..No it isn't...

FSX: IT IS! TRUST ME!

Kevin: Is this because you had a food gimmick?

FSX: THAT'S NOT IT, IT'S JUST......I have a match to get ready for!...DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE WATCH THAT!

Kevin looks on baffled as Fallen grabs his bag and makes his way out of the room, slamming the door behind him. What could really be so bad about a simple match? Kevin's curiosity got the best of him within ten seconds of Fallen's angry exit, and he pressed play on the video...finally something he did right?

The video continues on from where it left, FSX's character already having been announced and now making his way out to the ring...but something wasn't right....It looked as if someone had told him something he wasn't all that pleased with hearing, and he wasn't up for fighting in any match now...What could of made him so angry though? The fans are heard laughing a bit at the gimmick that he was using, but he payed absolutely no attention to them as he rolled into the ring...just wanting to get the whole situation finished with.

DING DING DING

Mr. Superstar elbow smiled at him, extending a hand as an offer of respect, but FSX just pulled him in quickly, lifting him up for the Soul Transfer. Not at all expecting this was coming also means that he wasn't able to stop him, as Fallen DROVE the head of Elbow into the mat..almost as if he had no regard for him, and set a knee on the man's chest. The ref is seen staring angrily at Fallen, before beginning a slow count



......1




................2





.....................................3


Absolutely disgusted, the ref calls for the bell and pushes Fallen off of Superstar, looking at him to see if he was ok. The audience seems completely baffled as no one is heard announcing the decision, and Fallen rolls out of the ring, grabbing the mic from the announcer. He still seems incredibly pissed off, but the fans are beginning to realize that what happened in the ring wasn't exactly planned..but they would hold back their reaction until they heard Fallen's case.

Bootleg FSX: What you saw here is what was supposed to happen. This is what I came here to do, what I was asked to do, what I was supposed to do. So it's what I did... My name is FALLEN SOULS, and I'm not food...I'm not going to dance for you...and I'm not going to be your clown...I have no problem entertaining you, but not if it means botching things purposely like that...Be glad I didn't do what that asshole said, because If I had this guy would be DEAD!

With that, Fallen through down the mic well confused Japanese fans wondered what the hell he just said...with that the video faded to black, and the camera panned back to a confused Kevin Anderson…who has absolutely no idea what he just saw.

Kevin: ...Ok...What was that all about?

Will there be answers from Fallen Souls? Will their be punishment from management? WILL WE KNOW WHY THINGS HAD TO BE SO TRAGIC? Probably, but as for now, the scene..

Fades out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Time for a Match (Credit: Latino)

OOoOOOoooOOOOOoo LAAA-TINO!

The audience stands up in a roaring applause as they the beats to Oye by Pitbull starts to play. Latino walks through the curtains and holds up both arms. He looks around to all the fans and starts moving around to the beat. He slaps hands with a lot of the lucky fans and then jumps onto the steel steps. He grabs onto the top turnbuckle and climbs up top. Latino looks around to all the fans and then slaps his chest as they continue to cheer. He then jumps into the ring and calls for the microphone. Phillip hands it over and Latino graciously takes it. He walks around the ring as the fans slowly quiet down.

Latino: Oye, mi familiiiia! How is everyone doing anoche? Tonight, tonight I apparently have a match. Does anyone know who it is? How about I ask….Phillip.

Latino rolls out of the ring and then motions for Philip to come closer. As he does so, Latino wraps his arm around Philip’s neck.

Latino: Hey, hey relax. Don’t get too comfortable. I’m married. Anyways, who do you, yes you, think is my opponent for tonight.

Phillip: Well….maybe you were going to fight Kross.

Latino: Kross? What would be the reason for that? Why would our great chairman book a match like that?

Phillip: …Well you two fought that one time….and then you lost. I was thinking that would be your opponent.

Latino: …go get some help or something. This is the Anniversary Show! This has to be a big…HUGE match.

Latino moves away from Philip and walks over to a few front row fans.

Latino: Hey chicos! Who do you think I’ll be fighting tonight?

Fan 1: TNT!

Fan 2: RIDLEY!

Fan 3: THE BODYGUARDS!

Latino: …Qué? The Bodyguards? What the hell have you been smoking?

Latino then quickly rolls back inside the ring. He stands up and starts walking around the ring as he continues to talk.

Latino: So you know what!? I’ve faced lots and lots of superstars here at ACW. I’ve fought for every title that I was eligible for! Now I’ve been thinking all week who the hell is my opponent for tonight and so have many, many others. So instead of keeping myself and every other person here in the dark how about we just jump right into it? Bring out the damn person so I can finish this damn match!

Latino stops and stares at the entrance. He starts getting a little impatient with each passing second as he yells out a loud “Come on!” Suddenly the lights all go out and he stumbles back looking around furiously. No sound is heard besides the audience as people yell out random words and a few cheer out some names as to whom it could be….until one sound is heard……

GONG….

GONG…..

The Spotlight slowly creeps over to the entrance and the look on Latino’s face is pure disbelief. He yells out “No!” repeatedly but quickly shuts up as he sees a strong figure dressed in a full black cloak. The eyes of the long gone but certainly not forgotten superstar can barely be seen but it’s obvious he is looking straight at Latino. The Latin King is still in disbelief as he then hears Philip making the official announcement.

Phillip: Ladies and Gentlemen this next match is scheduled for one fall and is an ACW No-Disqualification Match! Introducing first weighing in at 240 lbs and hailing from New York City, New York…..Latino! And his opponent, hailing from Southeastern Birmingham, Alabama Ri-

Philip is cut off as to what is happening in the middle of the ring. The camera shoots to it and the lights quickly are turned on as Latino is laid out on the mat and standing above him is….The Chairman of ACW, Ginger. He looks over at the entrance with a smile and Ridley takes off his cloak to reveal that he is indeed….Craig Lewis, Ginger’s past Apprentice! He points back at Latino and can’t help but laugh at what has occurred in the last couple minutes. The camera shoots back to the ring and Ginger has picked up the microphone that was once in Latino’s hand.

Ginger: You came into my office last week in defiance!? You didn’t like that I booked you and your beloved friend in a match together. Well tonight there will be no Lord of Hardcore! There will be no Real F’N Deal! There will be no Bodyguards. Tonight! You face……ME! Ring the damn bell!

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Match 5: Latino vs. Chairman Gingerdude (Credit: Latino)

* The Bell Rings *

Ginger immediately starts stomping at Latino’s head as he tries to get up. He drives his elbow into the back of Latino’s neck and the quickly knees him in the face. Ginger yells out to the fans as they all boo in unison. He then lifts up Latino and quickly brings him down with a rib breaker. Latino falls over and grabs his ribs as he Ginger kicks him in the side. Ginger then drops down to his knees and covers Latino for an early pin. Before the Referee can count, Latino kicks out. Craig comes from the side and yanks on Latino’s leg. He then slams his leg against the ring apron and Latino sits up against the ropes as he yells out in pain. Lewis grabs the other leg but Latino kicks him in the face and then slides under the ropes. Ginger walks over and Latino jumps back up on the apron and grabs Ginger by the back of the head. He then jumps back down driving Ginger’s head against the ropes. Lewis jumps at Latino once again and this time Latino does not want to deal with him. He pushes him back and then starts looking around for something…anything. He looks under the ring and pulls out chair. Then he looks back at Craig whom is shaking his head “No! No!” As Latino inches closer ready to swing as if he is at a baseball game Ginger slides out of the ring and punches Latino in the back of head. The chair falls down onto the floor and Craig looks on with a smirk on his face. He then turns Latino around and runs him head first into the side of the ring. The chairman then rolls Latino back inside the ring and quickly follows him.

He yells out for Craig to pass him a weapon and the still cloaked apprentice looks under the ring. He finally brings out a table and Ginger nods with approval as he sets it up. Ginger grabs Latino by the hair and pulls him up to his feet. He whips him into the ropes and Latino runs the ropes. As Latino passes Ginger on by he grabs Latino by the back of the head and throws him over the top rope in direction of the outside table. Latino goes over it, but he grabs the top rope with his hand. He then lands on his feet on the apron and quickly turns around with a strong right, nailing Ginger in the face. Ginger then stumbles back a couple steps and Latino jumps on the middle rope as he leans forward grabbing Ginger by the hair. Now staying on that rope, Latino wraps one arm around Ginger’s neck and proceeds to lift him for a vertical suplex position. Ginger is held up briefly for a few seconds and Latino struggles to keep his footing on the middle rope as he staggers a bit. Craig is still on the outside as he looks up as he sees both men come teetering down towards the table. He instinctively grabs the table and pushes it off to the side. Latino and the chairman slam into the unforgiving paper thin outside mats with a thunderous impact. The fans all cheer and stand up as they all wonder of the two’s conditions. Some look back at the alphatron as numerous replays are shown from a thousand different angles. Some from right, left, underneath, straight on top, one at ¾ angle and another one from Ginger’s special hidden camera. Many of them are shown in slow motion that judging from the sound effects you would assume you’re listening to some weird nature show. IT’S CRAZY! Back at the action, the Referee has already slide out of the ring and is checking on the condition of both men. Latino is rolling around on the mat as he favors his back and Ginger is still in his full suit attire as he rolls on his stomach and tries to stand himself up. Craig comes to his aid and grabs him by his arms as he gives him some words of encouragement. Suddenly, the fans look towards the entrance and all stand up cheering. The camera shoots over and shows that it is Atomic Kitsune walking down to the ring with the title on her shoulder. She graciously says “hi” to a few fans and then looks over at Craig. He looks left to right and then quickly gets away from Ginger. Atomic then walks over to Latino whom is still trying to get up as he leans forward against the ring apron. She taps him on the shoulder and he nearly he punches her not knowing that his wife is here. Latino then stops before anyone gets hit and looks surprised as hell to see Atomic.

Atomic: Oh, sweetie I forgot to ask you backstage.

Latino: What!? I’m having a match here!?

Atomic: Don’t yell at me! You know I don’t like that… I just wanted to know if you confirmed Pacino’s appointment at the vets like I asked you to?

Latino then pushes her out of the way as Ginger comes at him. Ginger clotheslines him and then starts mauling at him like a rabid dog. He knees and throws a right and then a left at the already sore superstar. Atomic is still within an ear’s distance as she continues to talk as if nothing is going on.

Atomic: Because you know how he gets at the vet and we really need to take him. He hasn’t had his shots yet and I told you that we need to do it ages ago. So have you done it?

Latino doesn’t respond as he is trying to block these attacks. He then grabs Ginger around the waist and lifts him up a few inches and then slams him down into the mat with a spinebuster. Latino then hooks the leg as he attempts a pin. The Referee then quickly starts to count…
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Kickout by the chairman as all the fans boo relentlessly. Atomic comes over once again and looks at the situation.

Atomic: Oooh, you know you really should’ve pinned his shoulders down some more sweetie.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Latino pushes past her and grabs Ginger by the hair. He roughly pulls him up and then performs an Irish Whip into the steel steps that sends his knees right into them. Craig then jumps on Latino but he elbows him in the side of the face. Latino then turns around and knees him in the groin. Lewis falls down on his knees and Latino pushes him by the face on the floor. As he turn around, Ginger is leaning up against the steps trying to catch his breath. Latino looks back at Atomic, as if to say watch this, and then jumps on the ring apron. He charges towards Ginger and then leaps off with the Last Night’s Hangover. Ginger then moves out of the way as Latino slams into the steel steps. He holds his leg as it’s throbbing in pain and Ginger looks back at him with a smile. The chairman then grabs a chair that he had beside him and viciously smacks Latino across the face. Latino’s head slams into the steel posts and he grabs his head as he rears in pain. Ginger then walks up the steps and pulls up Latino as he punches him once…twice…three…..four times across the back. He then lifts up Latino in a piledriver position and glances over at Atomic just as he falls back and Latino’s head is driven into the steps. His body stiffens and then slumps over to the right just near Atomic. She wanders over once again towards her loving husband, but Ginger grabs Latino and rolls him inside the ring. He is about to go for a cover but decides against it as he drags Latino to the middle rope and press his neck against it. As Latino is trying to get out from being choked out, Atomic comes up to Latino and looks at him for a few seconds.

Atomic: Victor, sorry to bother you right now, but do we need milk at home? I know this may be a bad time but I just remembered you drank the last of the milk last night and we might need to stop by the store on the way home.

Latino does not have a chance to speak as Ginger drives Latino’s neck even more so against the ropes with his knees. He then gets up and runs across the ring, bouncing off the opposite ropes. As he comes back, he leaps up and nearly avalanches on top of Latino, but he pushes himself out of the way. Ginger nearly falls out of the ring but he grabs onto the top rope. Latino gets up and runs in a short semi-circle in order to gain some momentum. He then jumps up and dropkicks Ginger from behind and knocks him towards the outside. Atomic steps to the side and Latino glances over at her as starts running the ropes. He builds his momentum and then runs towards Ginger that is now standing up. Lewis comes to his side as he helps him up. Latino then jumps over the top rope and performs a 360 spin and then comes down at both men with a plancha! All three men fall down with Lewis and Ginger taking most of the damage. Latino looks around as he calls for the Referee and hooks Ginger’s leg. He then looks up at Atomic as the Referee makes the count once again…
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Phillip: Here is your winner…….Latino!

OoOoOoOOoO LATINO!

Latino stands up with a little help from the Referee. The Ref raises one arm up as he declares Victor the….victor of the match. The fans are cheering loudly and Atomic comes up to her husband as she congratulates him with a hug, but Latino pushes her away slightly and shakes his head. He walks away from her and makes his way down the entranceway. AK looks surprised by what Latino just did and looks at the Referee whom himself has a confused look. She then chases after Latino as the show cuts to commercial.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: "How It All Began #2" (Credit: Rattlesnake)

Not long after having that dream, Rattlesnake sits in his locker room, looking at a picture of Max. For about 29 years of their lives, they were brothers. They experienced all the same things. They felt the loss of a father and the loss of a mother. They had the big sibling rivalry that all families with at least two kids had. Until recently, Rattlesnake learned that Max wasn't his brother, only his cousin. But at the time this happened, all Rattlesnake knew was Max was his brother.

Rattlesnake: Max.

Rattlesnake flashes back to just after the accident in the ring. Rattlesnake rides in the ambulance alongside an injured Max. As they get to the hospital, Max is wheeled out fast as Rattlesnake sluggishly follows. As he entered the sliding doors of the hospital, all eyes seem to gaze upon Rattlesnake as the story of what happened is on the TV.

Rattlesnake: It was an accident!

The people look at Rattlesnake and shake their heads as if they didn't believe him. They all go about their business while Rattlesnake finds a secluded seat in the waiting room.

Rattlesnake: It was an accident. I didn't mean for this to happen.

While the doctors tend to Max, Rattlesnake sits and relives those last few hours in his head. He wonders why it all happened. Why did he do it to the outside instead of the inside? After contemplating that, he began to question himself. "Was it even an accident?" Just then Max’s doctor, Dr. Brown, comes out to Rattlesnake and sits with him.

Doctor Brown: Well, we rushed and checked on your brother. There’s a chance that he might be paralyzed. There’s also a chance that he’ll be fine. We need to run some more tests to be sure.

Rattlesnake: You mean to say that there’s a good chance he’ll be fine.

Doctor Brown: Now I didn’t say that. While he did land on that TV, as you told me, there is a chance that later on in his life things could get worse. I’m not going to give you any guarantees because we just don’t know how it’s going to turn out.

Rattlesnake: At least tell me this Doc, but if he isn’t paralyzed right now, is there a chance that he can still train and try to wrestle again?

Doctor Brown: Well, it’s too early to tell you anything like that, but I could speculate and say that he could. If he did, he’d have to wear a brace on his back to maximize protection from serious injury. It’s my opinion that he doesn’t wrestle again, no matter what.

Rattlesnake: Ok, thanks Doc.

Doctor Brown: No problem, you can go see him now, if you want.

Rattlesnake: I’ll do just that.

Rattlesnake walks through the hall and gets to Max’s room. He opens the door and walks in to see his brother lying on his back.

Rattlesnake: Max?

Rattlesnake walks over to his brother and sees him sleeping peacefully. He pulls up a chair and sits down next to his brother. Max’s eyes slowly open and he looks around to see his brother sitting by his side and he smiles.

Max: I feel like shit right now. I bet I look like it too.

Rattlesnake laughs a little bit and nods.

Rattlesnake: Yeah, but you’ve looked worse before. Hell, I think it’s an improvement.

Max: Ha ha ha, I should have known you’d say that.

Rattlesnake: I talked to the doctor just now. I won’t lie to you, he said that there’s a chance that you might be paralyzed. They have to run a few more tests.

Max: So there’s a chance that I might be paralyzed. That still gives me some hope. I could make it out of this just fine.

Rattlesnake stands up from the chair he was in.

Rattlesnake: Yeah, we just need to have a little faith right now and hope everything is ok with you. Listen, you get some rest, ok? That’s what really matters now.

Max: Ok, I’ll do that. I’m guessing that you’re leaving for a little bit.

Rattlesnake: Yeah, I got to go pick up mom and bring her here. She’s really worried about you.

Max: Yeah, when is she not?

They both laugh and Max waves with his free hand and then closes his eyes to sleep. Rattlesnake looks on at his brother and sheds a few tears. He closes the door. At that point, Rattlesnake's flashback ends.

Rattlesnake: A lot has happened in the four years since that day. You may not realize it, but every day has been hell for me. Every single day, I try to do what you always wanted me to do.

The scene fades out as Rattlesnake sets the picture down.

Fade Out.

[Alicia "Atomic" Kitsune]

Segment: Marital Misunderstandings (Credit: Latino/AK)

The door to Latino and Atomic's dressing room swings open, and Latino enters looking somewhat angry with what went on out in the ring. Alicia is not far behind him, and she braces herself as Latino stomps into the middle of the room and turns around.

Latino: What the hell was that all about out there? You almost cost me the damn match! I was doing just goddamn fine until you showed up! I mean do you fucking see me show up in your matches? Asking about the damn dog or milk!? You’re lucky I won that damn match or else I would be even more mad then I am now.

AK: Victor-

Latino (interrupting): I mean we had just talked about you treating me as a wrestler. The conversation wasn’t even ten minutes old before I went out there! What kind of surprise was it for me to turn around and who do I see? My wife standing there offering me advice!? What in the hell were you trying to do, make yourself look good and me look like an idiot?

AK: You've got this all wrong, Victor, please-

Latino: Callate la boca pendeja, let me FINISH! I cannot even believe you acted the way you did. What? Oh it’s my temper again? You’re fucking right it’s my temper!

Latino stops talking and for a few seconds all that can be heard is heavy breathing as he tries to calm down. Alicia is about to speak but he once again interrupts her, this time well before a sound can come out of her mouth.

Latino: ….I'm going to go for a walk, alone, and maybe when you're ready to behave like a professional wrestler instead of a Stepford Wife, I'll be ready to come back.

Latino tries to push past Atomic, but she refuses to move; as the camera angle shifts, the crowd can see that Atomic is becoming angry herself. With the tension in the room at a peak, Latino raises an arm and moves to give AK a swift forearm - but to his and everyone else's astonishment, AK blocks it and then punches Latino furiously between the eyes. Latino is too strong to be knocked out, but he staggers backward with a hand to his face, and when he takes it away again AK shows no sign of her temper reducing.

AK: All right Victor, you've said your piece and now I am damn well going to say mine, and don't you DARE try to interrupt me!

Latino's shock is turning back to anger once more, but the look AK is giving him stays his tongue.

AK: You simply don’t get it, do you? What I was doing out there was showing you exactly what would happen if I did ever treat you as my husband first and a wrestler second. It’s normal for married men to be bothered regularly by domestic matters and idle chatter, and in most jobs that doesn’t really have a serious impact. But here, here it most certainly does, and I know that probably better than anyone else in this whole federation.

She pushes her hair back out of her eyes; her tone is less angry now, and more charged with sadness.

AK: It’s not easy being in a relationship like this for either of us. How do you think I feel when I hear that you’re going to take on someone like Torak in a match that could get you killed? Or that time you and BK fought in your old family house, and they actually told me you were dead? It takes every single drop of control that I have to deal with the emotions that I go through, and to prevent myself from getting involved when you’re on the ragged edge. It’s only the fact that I can see the true wrestler in you, that I have complete faith in your abilities, which enables me to cope and believe that you’ll come back to me safely.

There is a moment of silence; the rawness in the situation is finally fading away. Alicia takes the World title off of her shoulder, and holds it in her hands, feeling the coolness of the metal on her skin.

AK: I may not have ever talked about it much, Victor, but a part of me wanted this belt more than anything in the world. And that part of me isn’t going to surrender it now to anyone but the very best. I believe that person could be, should be you… but belief isn’t going to cut it this time. You’re going to have prove it to me, Victor, and trust me, I will take a heck of a lot of convincing once we’re out in that ring. More, I think, than even you will understand until that moment comes…

Alicia shoulders her belt, and walks out of the door, leaving Latino to his thoughts.

Latino stares at the doorway almost expecting Alicia to return but it’s clear that she isn’t. He falls back on their couch and Pacino jumps up on the couch as well. He sits down and angles his head a bit as he stares at Latino.

* fade to black *